Day: April 1, 2025

Chapter 77 – I'm back in West Jing. 

Chapter 77 – I’m back in West Jing. 

 

Zhao Qi had long realized how unreliable Zhao Qiao was, but he never expected anyone to be this unreliable! Thinking about how he abandoned the last line of defense as a straight man, hid under the quilt to expand a non-existent birth canal, subjected himself to pain and pleasure, and opened a door to a new world, he just… sobs, you can’t treat me like this!!!

 

Zhao Qi was completely in a daze, fortunately, there was someone with a clear mind at home. “Cesarean section?” Xiao Shiqing frowned slightly. “Is it feasible?”

 

Mei Dai replied, “I don’t know if others can do it, but it is certainly possible with my skills.”

 

Xiao Shiqing nodded slightly. “That’s good.” He paused and asked, “Do men really have no birth canal?”

 

Mei Dai sighed. “Of course not. How could Your Majesty and the Prime Minister think that men have a birth canal?”

 

Xiao Shiqing coldly said, “That’s for your brother to answer. Someone, bring Mei Chuan.”

 

Soon, the messenger returned with a report. “Your Majesty, Prime Minister, Physician Mei, he… he is missing! He left a note saying ‘The main person has arrived, my presence is no longer needed. Farewell until we meet again.’”

 

“…” Zhao Qi’s vision darkened, and he fainted from anger. Xiao Shiqing supported his back, “Calm down.”

 

But Zhao Qi had completely lost the concept of “calm.” He was burning with rage, setting fire wherever he looked. “I will kill him, I must kill him!”

 

Xiao Shiqing followed his lead, “Alright, kill him.”

 

Mei Dai immediately knelt and begged for mercy, “Your Majesty, my older brother has always been bold and reckless since he was young. He has an inexplicable obsession with pranks and finds joy in them, but he truly means no harm. Please, Your Majesty, for the sake of the long-standing friendship between Da Jing and Dongying, spare my brother’s life.”

 

“Pranks?” Zhao Qi’s voice trembled with anger, “How dare he play pranks on me!” Rage caused Zhao Qi to lose his composure, turning into a “tyrant,” “Since you want to plead for him, you might as well die in his place! Guards, drag this man away and execute him with the staff!”

 

“Your Majesty—”

 

Before anyone could approach, Xiao Shiqing stopped them. It wasn’t that he genuinely wanted to plead for Mei Dai; rather, there were only a few skilled doctors available to save the man. If they killed him, they’d have to borrow another from Dongying, which would cause further delays.

 

“Everyone, step back,” Xiao Shiqing said.

 

Mei Dai, trembling, glanced at Zhao Qi, “I will take my leave now.”

 

Once everyone had left, Zhao Qi, filled with anger and no outlet for it, wanted to vent it on Xiao Shiqing but hesitated. However, he quickly realized there was no reason to hold back. After all, whether he had to go through natural childbirth or a cesarean section, Xiao Shiqing was deeply involved.

 

Under Zhao Qi’s fierce gaze, Xiao Shiqing felt as if he were being targeted by a small “vicious dog,” “Your Majesty, please don’t be angry.”

 

Zhao Qi countered, “Wouldn’t you be angry in my place?”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied, “I wouldn’t want to be in your place. I am angry now. Fortunately, Mei Chuan’s medical skills are mediocre, but he still has some real talent. Otherwise…” Xiao Shiqing paused for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, “If he dared to make light of your childbirth, I would never tolerate him. Even if he escaped back to Dongying, I would capture him and bring him before you to deal with.”

 

Zhao Qi added, “And Zhao Qiao too!”

 

“Yes, and Zhao Qiao,” Xiao Shiqing called Fu Zi and gave instructions calmly.

 

Seeing Xiao Shiqing so composed, Zhao Qi couldn’t help but ask, “Are you really angry? You seem nothing like you were when you were truly angry.”

 

Xiao Shiqing asked, “For example?”

 

“Last time, at the dilapidated hut with Yu Chenshui.”

 

Xiao Shiqing responded, “That was the third time I nearly lost control in my life.”

 

“Oh? And the other two times?”

 

“The first was the night of the Wan Shou Festival banquet, the second was the day you were drunk, and the third was the hut.”

 

Zhao Qi noticed a pattern—when Xiao Shiqing was angry, the suffering and trouble always fell on him. The first time, Xiao Shiqing had made him pregnant with a dragon egg, the second time he had kissed him, and the third time he helped expand his birth canal… Could he conclude that when Xiao Shiqing was angry, it was always him who suffered?

 

Zhao Qi grumbled, “Then it’s better if you don’t get angry.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled, “And you too.”

 

Zhao Qi was incredulous and couldn’t help but use double standards, “I’m about to have a cesarean section and I’m not allowed to be angry?”

 

“Anger will make you lose your reason and judgment,” Xiao Shiqing said, “You can be as angry as you want when I’m around, but as the Son of Heaven, you shouldn’t let others see your emotions.”

 

Zhao Qi looked at him, “I advise you not to reason with me. I can’t take it in right now.”

 

“Alright, I won’t,” Xiao Shiqing bent down and touched Zhao Qi’s belly, whispering, “It’s a pity.” There would be no more excuses to expand the birth canal in the future.

 

Zhao Qi looked down at his small belly, “Yes, it’s a pity.” With a cesarean section, wouldn’t he end up with a scar?

 

“Are you tired?” Xiao Shiqing asked, “Let me carry you to bed. You can take a nap.”

 

Zhao Qi nodded. Being angry was exhausting.

 

Xiao Shiqing carried both his big and small treasures to bed and was about to cover Zhao Qi with a blanket when his hand touched something. His eyebrows raised slightly.

 

Zhao Qi, still unaware of what was coming, asked innocently, “What’s wrong?”

 

Xiao Shiqing slowly pulled out something hidden in the blanket. Zhao Qi’s face turned red and pale, his ears were flushed, and his lips slightly parted.

 

Xiao Shiqing’s smile was meaningful, “Your Majesty, what is this?”

 

Zhao Qi, “……Where am I? How did I end up here? Please get me out of here!”

 

Xiao Shiqing held the jade Zhao Qi had just used, his gaze darkened, “It’s a bit sticky, a bit warm, and a bit wet.”

 

Zhao Qi was mortified and furious, “Don’t—don’t say any more.”

 

Xiao Shiqing leaned close to Zhao Qi’s ear, his voice deep, “Your Majesty, you’ve been doing bad things behind my back.”

 

“……” At this point, it was better to admit it openly rather than endure Xiao Shiqing’s teasing—after all, he had legitimate reasons.

 

“It wasn’t a bad thing,” Zhao Qi said seriously, “It was a proper matter. I didn’t realize I didn’t have a birth canal.”

 

Heavens, he could shamelessly say “birth canal” now. Was this moral degradation or a distortion of human nature?

 

Xiao Shiqing fiddled with his fingertips and, with a hint of mockery, asked, “Does the Emperor prefer this jade or my hand?”

 

Zhao Qi realized that when Xiao Shiqing talked dirty, he always used terms like “Your Majesty” and “This subject,” which made already embarrassing things even more so.

 

“Your hand is not as thick as the jade.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhao Qi was stunned—what kind of wolfish words was he saying!

 

Xiao Shiqing understood, “So, Your Majesty likes it thicker? Well, I do have some.”

 

Zhao Qi couldn’t stand it any longer, “Enough! The little princess is still here, don’t you know about setting a good example?”

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled and didn’t press further. He only said, “I’ll keep this jade for you. Come find me when you want to use it.”

 

“I’ll never use it again in my life, so give it up!”

 

Half a month after the dragon boat set sail, it stopped at the capital’s dock. Zhao Qi returned two months earlier than expected. He had no choice; his belly was getting bigger and bigger, almost six months along, equivalent to seven months for a pregnant woman. In another two months, he would be giving birth. It was not suitable to be out and about at this time.

 

Zhao Qi disembarked from the dragon boat and, instead of returning to the palace, followed the arrangements made by Xiao Shiqing earlier in the morning to go to the Xuchun Garden to rest and prepare for childbirth.

 

He could no longer attend court, and as much as possible, he avoided seeing people. Officially, he claimed to be ill, and all state affairs were being handled by the Prime Minister.

 

Aside from meeting with officials, Xiao Shiqing stayed by Zhao Qi’s side almost all the time. If Zhao Qi had not refused, Xiao Shiqing probably would have even accompanied him during sleep.

 

In the study, Xiao Shiqing wrapped his arms around Zhao Qi from behind as they read the confidential letter sent by the Tianji Camp. The letter stated that the hidden guards had found Zhao Qiao’s whereabouts in the Eastern Japan, but the Eastern Japan Empress Dowager refused to release him. The two sides were at an impasse. If the Tianji Camp wanted to bring him back, they would have to confront the Eastern Japanese. Hence, the letter was written to seek the Prime Minister’s advice. As for Mei Chuan, his whereabouts were currently unknown, seemingly having vanished from the world.

 

After reading the letter, Zhao Qi asked about Xiao Shiqing’s plan. Mei Chuan would definitely continue to be searched for, but the key issue was what to do about Zhao Qiao.

 

Xiao Shiqing curved his lips and said, “Zhao Qiao and the Eastern Japanese Empress Dowager… interesting.”

 

“How old is this Eastern Japanese Empress Dowager? It’s surprising that he could be so ruthless…”

 

“If I remember correctly, she should be in her thirties.”

 

Zhao Qi was astonished. “She’s actually that young? But isn’t the Eastern Japanese Emperor about the same age as me?”

 

“The Eastern Japanese Emperor is not her biological child. The Empress Dowager was the consort of the Eastern Japanese late Emperor when he was critically ill to boost his spirits.”

 

“That explains it,” Zhao Qi said, feeling frustrated. “So are we just going to let Xiao Qiao go?”

 

Xiao Shiqing asked, “Does Your Majesty wish to kill him?”

 

Zhao Qi was taken aback. “Not necessarily. But while death can be avoided, living with punishment is unavoidable.”

 

Xiao Shiqing pondered for a moment. “There’s a way to let someone else take action on your behalf.”

 

“Who?”

 

Xiao Shiqing called a servant. “Write a letter to the Eastern Japanese Palace and deliver it to the Empress Dowager.”

 

The servant asked, “May I ask the Prime Minister what should be written in the letter?”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled slightly. “The romantic affairs of Master Zhao Si.”

 

They had only stayed in Xuchun Garden for three days when Empress Dowager Wen had already sent people to inquire about Zhao Qi five or six times. Xiao Shiqing sent them away each time, citing the Emperor’s poor health. Zhao Qi was worried and said, “Given Mother’s temperament, she definitely won’t give up easily. She might even come in person tomorrow.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “If she comes, how would you handle it? Will you still keep it from her?”

 

Zhao Qi was troubled. “I don’t know.”

 

“You can’t keep it from her.”

 

“Delaying is better than nothing.”

 

Xiao Shiqing suddenly said, “I don’t want to press you too hard, but don’t make me wait too long.”

 

Zhao Qi was taken aback. “Huh?”


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Chapter 36

       Qian Xiaoke had known from the start that Jiang Tongyan would leave, but because they met almost every day and talked nonsense every time they met, he had come to see Jiang Tongyan as a colleague, a neighbor, a random somebody—a constant presence in his life. So he had automatically ignored that this person would actually leave, and leave far away.

       He had even overlooked that Jiang Tongyan wasn’t from here at all. This man’s home was in distant New York, America—a place he had never been to and might never go in his lifetime.

       What was New York to Qian Xiaoke?

       To him, it was a place that only existed on a globe or in the news. Before meeting Jiang Tongyan, he had never thought he would have any connection to someone living there. If he had to force a link, it’d be something like ‘we all live in the global village’.

       “To…tomorrow?” Qian Xiaoke was completely unprepared, hit with a feeling of ‘you think there’s plenty of time ahead, but in a flash, it’s goodbye forever’.

       His grip on Jiang Tongyan’s hand tightened unconsciously.

       Jiang Tongyan noticed the change and was secretly pleased. He suddenly felt that Qian Xiaoke might not want him to go.

       “Well,” Jiang Tongyan said, “what’s wrong?”

       Qian Xiaoke’s eyes were dull and lifeless, his head slightly lowered as he looked at their clasped hands, his face full of disappointment.

       “It’s so sudden,” Qian Xiaoke said. “I thought it would be a long time.”

       Jiang Tongyan saw the fluffy bunny’s ears droop. It was cute, but a little heartbreaking. He wanted to comfort him, but then he suddenly glanced at Qian Xiaoke’s pot. “Hey, hey, hey! Water, water, water!”

       Qian Xiaoke hurriedly turned back, lowering the heat.

       His wontons were almost done. This might be the last meal he would eat with Jiang Tongyan.

       Qian Xiaoke couldn’t quite describe how he felt—a sour ache at the tip of his heart.

       He carefully stirred the wontons in the pot with a spoon while thinking it over.

       “Jiang Tongyan,” Qian Xiaoke muttered, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

       “…Are you unhappy?” Jiang Tongyan said. “I thought you knew.”

       He really thought Qian Xiaoke knew, since the hotel he stayed at was arranged by Cheng Sen’s company. He had assumed an employee like Qian Xiaoke would have his whereabouts very well.

       “I didn’t know,” Qian Xiaoke said. “I’m in the administrative department. They only tell me things when they need me to run errands.”

       His position was important in a way, but not really—there was a lot about the company he didn’t actually know.

       Qian Xiaoke felt his current mood might be because Jiang Tongyan’s departure was so sudden, leaving him no time to prepare.

       What kind of person was he?

       The type who, once he got close to someone, quickly bared his heart to them.

       Truth be told, Qian Xiaoke had been pretty lonely since starting work. His old close friends were in different cities. Here, his colleagues had their own lives and friends—he hadn’t met anyone he really clicked with. The only person he had stayed decently close to, Zhou Mo, was busier, caught up with career and love, leaving him all alone.

       Qian Xiaoke was someone who liked liveliness, being forced to be alone like this was tough.

       Jiang Tongyan’s appearance had cheered Qian Xiaoke up a lot. Sure, their meeting was a bit indescribable, and every encounter since had been awkward, but Qian Xiaoke really liked hanging out with Jiang Tongyan.

       Taking a clueless rich guy to eat snacks and drink beer had suddenly made his after-work hours way more fun.

       With Jiang Tongyan leaving out of the blue, Qian Xiaoke would be alone again, and it was hard not to feel down.

       Jiang Tongyan stood diagonally behind him, watching him fiddle with the wontons.

       Qian Xiaoke was a simple guy—his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness all showed right on his face. Jiang Tongyan wasn’t truly heartless; he could see Qian Xiaoke didn’t want him to go.

       He poked Qian Xiaoke’s shoulder with a finger. “Just say it if you’ll miss me.”

       “A little,” Qian Xiaoke said honestly, at least more honest than Jiang Tongyan. “When you’re gone, I won’t have anyone to hang out with after work.”

       Jiang Tongyan thought: Well, damn, so in your mind I’m just a playmate!

       But fine, a playmate then—Jiang Tongyan accepted it.

       Mainly because he had no choice; it wasn’t up to him.

       But thinking it over seriously, Jiang Tongyan actually felt he could be happy about this. At least Qian Xiaoke had him in his heart.

       “I didn’t expect that,” Jiang Tongyan said, his mouth incapable of sweet words. “You’ve actually got a heart and would miss me.”

       Qian Xiaoke sighed, pouring the cooked wontons into a big bowl. “Chairman Jiang, is this dinner tonight our farewell dinner?”

       “…Can’t you say something lucky? Farewell what? It’s not like I’m never coming back.” But then it would be months before he could return.

       Jiang Tongyan calculated with his fingers—at least over two months.

       It was only late September now. The soonest he could be back was late November or early December. By then, this city might even be snowy.

       Two months.

       Jiang Tongyan suddenly worried—after two months, would Qian Xiaoke forget him?

       “You’ll come back?” Qian Xiaoke was surprised. “I heard Chairman Cheng say your home’s in New York!”

       Jiang Tongyan eagerly carried the big bowl of wontons to the table, nearly burning his hands into roasted pig hooves.

       “Who says living in New York before means I can’t come back later?” Jiang Tongyan said, twisting his words eight hundred ways. “I didn’t sell myself to America.”

       Qian Xiaoke laughed, grabbing chopsticks and a spoon as he walked to the table, asking weakly, “So when will you come back?”

       “End of the year, probably,” Jiang Tongyan said, glancing at him sideways. “What? Have you secretly fallen for me, counting the days ‘til I’m back?”

       “No,” Qian Xiaoke answered flatly. “I just think you’re pretty fun, and there’s still lots of good food I haven’t taken you to eat.”

       What to say? Jiang Tongyan should’ve rolled his eyes at that ‘no’, but the follow-up sentence somehow moved him a little.

       Liking someone meant wanting to take them to eat all the world’s best food.

       Of course, Qian Xiaoke might not have the money or brains for that—he just saw Jiang Tongyan as a ‘food buddy’.

       “And our treatment’s not done yet,” Qian Xiaoke said, most concerned about this. “If you’re not better, I won’t rest easy.”

       That made Jiang Tongyan awkward.

       He coughed lightly, rubbing his hot ears.

       “Let’s try again later—maybe it’ll work,” Jiang Tongyan said, coming over today with his sneaky little thoughts.

       A bit sleazy, a bit crude, a bit shameless.

       But he really wanted to try—give himself something to hold onto for the next two months. He was leaving soon, gone for two months—couldn’t he snag a little sweetness before going?

       “En,” Qian Xiaoke sat down to eat, saying seriously to Jiang Tongyan, “I checked today—impotence means you should eat more kidney-tonifying, essence-boosting foods, like bull’s pen-s, sheep’s pen-s, ginseng, or deer antler.”

       Qian Xiaoke ate a big wonton, not seeing Jiang Tongyan’s expression, chewed, swallowed, then continued, “The good stuff’s too expensive. I’ll save up to buy some for you—don’t rush.”

       “…Cough, no need,” Jiang Tongyan said, torn between laughter and tears. How did this guy manage to be both maddening and cute?

       Jiang Tongyan took a deep breath to calm down, then mumbled, “Just touch me—that’s fine.”

       Though it was probably useless.

       Jiang Tongyan felt Qian Xiaoke’s touches didn’t actually do anything. He kept coming every day, honestly, because he was sleazy, crude, and shameless. He was just taking advantage.

       He had reflected and decided he couldn’t keep this up. It wasn’t something a gentleman would do.

       Jiang Tongyan had resolved—today was the last time. After this, he would wash his hands of it, go back to New York, and see a doctor properly.

       Truly, the righteous path was the hard road.

       Qian Xiaoke sighed. “Well, touching is a must, but you’ve got to have some supplement too.”

       He was worried—worried about everything. So worried he could only eat more wontons to ease the gloom.

       Qian Xiaoke was a little out of shape that night.

       After dinner with Jiang Tongyan, they both showered. They were clean and comfy, then went to the bedroom together.

       The bed was cozy, and after a shower, he should’ve felt good, but Qian Xiaoke couldn’t perk up.

       Jiang Tongyan leaned on the bed while Qian Xiaoke petted him, his touch lifeless.

       Jiang Tongyan asked, “What’re you thinking about?”

       Qian Xiaoke snapped back, muttering, “Nothing, just anxious.”

       Jiang Tongyan licked his lips and said, “I saw a science fact today.”

       “Hm? What fact?”

       “It said… kissing boosts blood circulation,” Jiang Tongyan started setting his trap. “When kissing, the brain releases dopamine and serotonin, triggering lots of adrenaline.”

       Qian Xiaoke said, “Just say it straight.”

       “Though it’s a bit embarrassing, wanna try kissing?” Jiang Tongyan’s ears were not the only ones red at this time; his whole body turned red. “Don’t misunderstand, I don’t mean anything else—just treating a dead horse like it’s alive. What if it works?”

       Qian Xiaoke knelt on the bed, looking at him. His blinking eyes seemed to see everything but were really full of question marks.

       Seeing no response, Jiang Tongyan thought he would refuse, so he quickly explained, “If you don’t want to, it’s fine—I won’t force you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not—”

       “Let’s try then. It’s not like we haven’t kissed,” Qian Xiaoke said. After all, the day they met, they had done this and that. Without the later mishap, their relationship might’ve gone a whole different way.

       Qian Xiaoke licked his lips. He was serious, like he was doing research, and asked, “How do we kiss? Does it need to be one of those sticky French kisses?”

       Jiang Tongyan was shocked. “You know French kissing?”

       “Read it in novels, but never tried.”

       “…What novels do you read?”

       “Various,” Qian Xiaoke answered solemnly. “After we’re done, I’ll recommend some I’ve liked lately. Remember to download a reading app for the legal versions—if you like them, toss the authors some votes.”

       Jiang Tongyan had no interest in those novels and didn’t get the reading app or thunder stuff—he’d just sighed casually.

       “Shall we start now?” Qian Xiaoke said. “Should I chew gum first?”

       Jiang Tongyan was annoyed—this guy was too talkative. It was just a kiss, yet he had so many questions.

       While Qian Xiaoke wondered if he had brought gum when he moved, Jiang Tongyan pulled him into his arms, flipped him over, and pinned him to the bed.

       Qian Xiaoke sank into the soft bed, blinking innocently up at Jiang Tongyan.

       “You got a bit of that domineering CEO vibe,” Qian Xiaoke said, wrapping his arms around Jiang Tongyan’s neck. “Let’s start, I… mmph…”

       Shut up, Qian Xiaoke!

       To stop him from talking, Jiang Tongyan had no choice but to reluctantly block his mouth with his own.


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